The Falafel Story

So yea ...... 3 months ago i went to The Met. with a friend. That day we had falafel in grand central station somehow i hav no recollection of having eaten it before and loooved it! so after that i wud think abt eating it again often but as fate wud have it no falafel for hungry child.

Then i went to SFO – everyone and anyone told me about this really good falafel drive in the valley area. So I had it on my mind. On the day we were supposed to come back me and a friend of mine had gone for a drive.

So on the way back I was telling her about how I wanted to try the falafel place and hadn’t gotten around to it this time. At this point of time we were 2 exits from her place. And we saw this exit to the blvd on which the drive-in was. So on a whim we felt adventurous and thought why not get it?! Since we were ahead of schedule and I still had 2 hrs to get to pick up the other girls who were an hr away. So off we went in search of it. We drove and drove and drove – only to find out that the damn blvd ran across half of California. Well gist of the story by the time we reached it had closed. So yet again no falafel for hungry child, mai apni aasha mann me dabaye chali aayi :(

And then it started to rain.... so we got back quickly to friend’s place and I knew I needed to pull a Schumacher routine to get to Pleasant Hill from Sunnyvale in time. Which was not a problem at all considering I was driving an almost new Ford Focus. Some amazing power it had.... it just flew on those roads. And there is something to be said of roads in Caliornia..... they seem to have no cops!! :D also 70 is ho-hum but 90 or more is more natural. Now that’s my kinda state! :P
Well anyway to make a long story short I made it in record time. But still in the end we missed the flight cos even Schumacher can’t do nuttin when the roads are blocked by accidents. But such dedication to a whim - u oughtta appreciate me :P

So the resultant was that we reached airport late and missed the flight back to NY. We were put on standby, I got the others out on the first flight next morn and took a later flight out in the afternoon. So had a few hours of peace for self to figure things out.

After all that Schumacher-giri the first thought in my mind was – so this is how it feels to drive a real car! [sigh...!]what I was going to do about that car of mine back in NY which refused to start up whenever it felt like a rest? How could I keep driving that bucket of bolts? Deep questions of life needed some deep answers. So I came back to NY a changed person.